[ The words feel twisted and wrong coming from Dodger's lips, though he can't fully comprehend why at the moment, maybe it's their current state. It feels like blasphemy and he almost takes it off once it hits his face and then settles back down. It's a reminder of his shaken faith, even more shaken now when he can't muster forgiveness, can't turn the other cheek. If he could manage it he'd kill Dodger but he can't seem to even hurt him.
He can't hurt him even a little, even though the other's hips are sinful and each movement had been noticed, his body all too eager to respond. He turned his head to the side, searching for anything to focus on that isn't Dodger's face even as he doesn't try to stop what he knows is happening.
He should stop it, but he's still thinking about Ragnar talking to Dodger about him, being okay with this? Did he want Dodger to do this, is that it? Did he want Athelstan to be more experienced? At some point his hips start to press up, wanting more than just the teasing. ]
I'll take my chances in not forgiving you. [ Even if so much of it is his own fault. ]
[Dodger's hips move up a bit, guiding Athelstan to follow him until it can't be denied that he's grinding back. The smile that Dodger gives him is surprisingly gentle, even playful. Something he'd liked seeing on Ragnar and had tried to emulate a bit.]
Then don't forgive me. [One of his hands grips the back of Athelstan's hip, bringing attention to it now that they're locked in that sultry motion and pulling him closer.] No one's asking you to talk to me, or about me, after tonight. We can just keep this between us, yeah?
[ Athelstan feels unsettled by the smile but then again nothing about this should comfort him or relax him. He gives a slight nod. He doesn't think that means dodger not telling Ragnar but it didn't seem like it mattered any longer. Or at least it only matters to Athelstan.
He bites down on his bottom lip as the other grips his hip their bodies closer and he hates himself too for wanting this. Though, maybe more accurately in a way he's using Dodger too because he did want Ragnar to want him this way. ]
[That's as much consent as he feels he needs. Dodger just lets out a snicker, and presses his lips to Athelstan's neck instead. If the priest's done talking... well, Dodger was done talking before he got here.
Slowly, Dodger starts to shift lower, reaching to pull Athelstan's shirt up and motioning for him to finish getting it off. His lips trail along the older man's chest, down his belly, until he's pressing playful kisses along the edge of his pants, and then dipping down further to mouth at him through the fabric.]
[ There's a sense of relief when Dodger doesn't say anything else. He pulls off his shirt and tosses it the side. He isn't thinking, or he's trying not to think. At least he's become accustomed to giving into fleshly pleasures -- Ragnar hadn't shied away from that in the least.
He sucks in a breath when the other's mouth is over him through his pants. He reaches to push his head slightly. ]
[He pulls down Athelstan's pants, struggling a bit to get them off properly before he leans up to take his own shirt off. For the first time since they met Athelstan will get a proper view of Dodger's body; old knife scars, a satanic symbol tattooed on one side of his chest, some sort of rune carved into the other by a blade, and two necklaces glinting in the moonlight - one a silver sun, the other a golden heart locket. He pauses, as if expecting the man to want a moment to appreciate the view, before unbuckling his own pants.]
[ Athelstan lifts his hips to try and help the other get his pants off.
He studies the other's body once the shirt was off. The symbol doesn't mean much to him, none of it does really. The scars are curious but he doesn't ask. He doesn't want Dodger to talk after all and he doesn't want to talk. He doesn't want to know anymore about Dodger than he does already. ]
[Now properly naked, he leans over him to fish through his nightstand, grabbing hold of a bottle of lube and wetting his fingers. He understands by now that Athelstan doesn't want his affection, but it's for his own enjoyment that he presses a kiss to his lips as he unceremoniously begins teasing his entrance, pressing two fingers in at once when he thinks he's properly distracted.]
[ Athelstan doesn't mind the kiss now. He kisses him back because kissing is definitely better than talking and maybe it would be weird to do neither. He doesn't really know.
There's a sharp inhale when the fingers tease at him and he's relaxed when he presses them in. It's easier now, a lot easier than it had been that first time. His hips roll up slightly, encouraging. ]
[He smirks at the encouragement, and it isn't long before Dodger's lazy excuse for prepping him is replaced by his cock, pushing into him slowly to let him adjust to the size. All the while he continues to press kisses to his lips, his jaw and his throat, just as slow and deliberate to keep his mind off of it.'
Oddly enough, Dodger is just as slow and gentle as he had been during their first encounter; possibly more so since he isn't rushing through to get to his next big thrill of the night. His focus is on making Athelstan feel good, making sure that he doesn't end up hurt, and adjusting the angle from time to time to see if he can get a better reaction out of him.]
[ Athelstan's hands are curled into the bed below him as the other presses into him. He exhales heavily when the other's lips move lower. He swallows heavily but he focuses on relaxing even if the other's trying to distract him it's difficult to think about anything else or to not think at all.
He doesn't expect the gentleness, not after attacking Dodger multiple times, after the harsh words. But it feels good and Dodger manages to draw a sharp moan that came out louder than he'd want as pleasure spread through his body, arching into his thrust more. It's at that point that he wants to touch him but he feels awkward, it's enough pleasure to keep his thoughts from overtaking him at least. ]
I don't know what to do with my hands. [ He finally murmurs, not knowing what Dodger likes, not really knowing what anyone likes. He hadn't had to think so much when it came to Judith. His hands had been pretty busy. ]
[His hips slow a bit, as he takes a moment to think about what to give him to do. Getting scratches would be nice, but feels out of place in a slow fuck like this... but hell, it might get some of Athelstan's frustration out.]
Dig your nails into my back, and run them down toward my hips. Hard. [He mutters the command against Athelstan's lips.] Or put them in my hair. Your choice.
[Ragnar likes both of those things, so they seem like good habits to start with him in any case.
And he knows he shouldn't be talking, but he adds:] You doing alright?
[ Athelstan hesitates over the instructions. The hair would be easier but it feels too initmate too him. He doesn't want to touch dodger like that. He lifts his hands to place them on his back.
It takes him a moment and his nails don't dig in until hes talking again. He struggles not to sound too breathy when he answers. God he's so frustrated that this can feel good. The guilt creeps in again even when he thinks ragnar approved of this. Maybe he did want a video... ]
[He'd been frustrated by outside sources, but he has nothing against Athelstan. The man's annoying, but harmless in the grand scheme of things. It's hard to be properly upset when he's getting his dick wet regardless.]
Besides... the last thing I want is to hurt one of Ragnar's things.
[He leans down and bites down on Athelstan's collarbone, careful not to leave a mark... some part of him considers that leaving a few signs of tonight might prompt them to talk things out but again, it's not his problem. He doesn't want to be involved.]
Do you bitch at him too, when he's trying to fuck you? [He lets out a huff.] This isn't about him, none of it is. I'm trying to do something nice for you, fuck.
[ Athelstan feels angry and confused and the bite doesn't help the mix of feelings brewing beneath the surface. ]
Get off. [Athelstan says, the hands on his back move arpund to his chest to try to push him away. He didn't want dodger to do something nice. He didn't really want this. Bringing up ragnar only made it worse. ]
[Dodger moves a hand back to Athelstan's hip and steels himself, so that pushing against him feels very much like pushing against a stone wall. He doesn't know how Ragnar puts up with this man... but he supposes if he can deal with all this flip-flopping, that explains why he handles Dodger so patiently.]
No. [He grumbles, fed up with the mixed signals and with having to get dragged into this argument over and over again. His other hand grips Athelstan's throat, not choking him but definitely heating up uncomfortably.] Be quiet and I'll be quiet, but I already gave you a chance to back out. If you keep complicating this I'll burn your throat. And I'll make sure to leave a mark.
[ Athelstan looks confused and surprised when Dodger refused. He can't move him even with all his strength but he stops trying immediately when dodgers hand goes to his throat again.
Its too warm. He can remember how he'd burned his wrist and his stomach twists with a sense of dread. He can't say that dodger is wrong. He dropped his hands away from him, curling back into the bed. His breath is heavy and he does his best to act like this doesn't scare him. ]
[He gives him a hard look, before his skin cools and he grips Athelstan's shoulder instead, holding him steady as he picks up the pace of his hips to just get this over with. He isn't enjoying it anymore, it's his pride that keeps him from letting the man go before he's come.
He's far from caring about any of this. Not Athelstan's safety, or happiness, not Ragnar finding out about it, not even his own satisfaction. He just wants the night to be over. And as soon as he's spilled himself into the priest he pulls out with a ragged breath, rolling over onto his back and giving Athelstan a hard shove.]
There. I got off. So get out.
[He's still holding back the urge to set the priest on fire, if he speaks again. But he's also decided not to tell him about the trap that will spring when he opens the door - he can suffer for pissing Dodger off, like everyone else.]
[ Athelstan looks anywhere but at Dodger when he holds his shoulder, the pace of his thrusts picking up. Athelstan didnt dare tell him to stop again and it feels like too long before its over.
He doesn't have any time to collect himself at all. And luckily or not his own arousal had already died. He moves to quickly dress.
He doesnt say a word as he makes what for the door to leave. ]
[Dodger does think to speak up when Athelstan turns the knob, but... no. The toxin will be good for him, anyway. Maybe it'll clear his head.
When the knob is turned, something that sounds like a rope being pulled tight can be heard, and a moment later two glowing darts shoot out toward Athelstan, at about waist-height. He might dodge them if he has his wits about him enough... if not, he'll be spending the next hour in a state of hallucinogenic paranoia, and while the effects will lessen they won't be completely gone for several hours after.]
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He can't hurt him even a little, even though the other's hips are sinful and each movement had been noticed, his body all too eager to respond. He turned his head to the side, searching for anything to focus on that isn't Dodger's face even as he doesn't try to stop what he knows is happening.
He should stop it, but he's still thinking about Ragnar talking to Dodger about him, being okay with this? Did he want Dodger to do this, is that it? Did he want Athelstan to be more experienced? At some point his hips start to press up, wanting more than just the teasing. ]
I'll take my chances in not forgiving you. [ Even if so much of it is his own fault. ]
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Then don't forgive me. [One of his hands grips the back of Athelstan's hip, bringing attention to it now that they're locked in that sultry motion and pulling him closer.] No one's asking you to talk to me, or about me, after tonight. We can just keep this between us, yeah?
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He bites down on his bottom lip as the other grips his hip their bodies closer and he hates himself too for wanting this. Though, maybe more accurately in a way he's using Dodger too because he did want Ragnar to want him this way. ]
Do you have to keep talking right now?
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Slowly, Dodger starts to shift lower, reaching to pull Athelstan's shirt up and motioning for him to finish getting it off. His lips trail along the older man's chest, down his belly, until he's pressing playful kisses along the edge of his pants, and then dipping down further to mouth at him through the fabric.]
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He sucks in a breath when the other's mouth is over him through his pants. He reaches to push his head slightly. ]
Not that.
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What do you want, then?
[This should be good.]
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Anything else.
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[He pulls down Athelstan's pants, struggling a bit to get them off properly before he leans up to take his own shirt off. For the first time since they met Athelstan will get a proper view of Dodger's body; old knife scars, a satanic symbol tattooed on one side of his chest, some sort of rune carved into the other by a blade, and two necklaces glinting in the moonlight - one a silver sun, the other a golden heart locket. He pauses, as if expecting the man to want a moment to appreciate the view, before unbuckling his own pants.]
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He studies the other's body once the shirt was off. The symbol doesn't mean much to him, none of it does really. The scars are curious but he doesn't ask. He doesn't want Dodger to talk after all and he doesn't want to talk. He doesn't want to know anymore about Dodger than he does already. ]
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There's a sharp inhale when the fingers tease at him and he's relaxed when he presses them in. It's easier now, a lot easier than it had been that first time. His hips roll up slightly, encouraging. ]
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Oddly enough, Dodger is just as slow and gentle as he had been during their first encounter; possibly more so since he isn't rushing through to get to his next big thrill of the night. His focus is on making Athelstan feel good, making sure that he doesn't end up hurt, and adjusting the angle from time to time to see if he can get a better reaction out of him.]
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He doesn't expect the gentleness, not after attacking Dodger multiple times, after the harsh words. But it feels good and Dodger manages to draw a sharp moan that came out louder than he'd want as pleasure spread through his body, arching into his thrust more. It's at that point that he wants to touch him but he feels awkward, it's enough pleasure to keep his thoughts from overtaking him at least. ]
I don't know what to do with my hands. [ He finally murmurs, not knowing what Dodger likes, not really knowing what anyone likes. He hadn't had to think so much when it came to Judith. His hands had been pretty busy. ]
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Dig your nails into my back, and run them down toward my hips. Hard. [He mutters the command against Athelstan's lips.] Or put them in my hair. Your choice.
[Ragnar likes both of those things, so they seem like good habits to start with him in any case.
And he knows he shouldn't be talking, but he adds:] You doing alright?
Oops
It takes him a moment and his nails don't dig in until hes talking again. He struggles not to sound too breathy when he answers. God he's so frustrated that this can feel good. The guilt creeps in again even when he thinks ragnar approved of this. Maybe he did want a video... ]
Do you actually care?
he just wanted in on this good action
[He'd been frustrated by outside sources, but he has nothing against Athelstan. The man's annoying, but harmless in the grand scheme of things. It's hard to be properly upset when he's getting his dick wet regardless.]
Besides... the last thing I want is to hurt one of Ragnar's things.
He is too pure for this
I am not a thing. [ he stopped being property a long time ago. ]
He does not own me.
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[He leans down and bites down on Athelstan's collarbone, careful not to leave a mark... some part of him considers that leaving a few signs of tonight might prompt them to talk things out but again, it's not his problem. He doesn't want to be involved.]
Do you bitch at him too, when he's trying to fuck you? [He lets out a huff.] This isn't about him, none of it is. I'm trying to do something nice for you, fuck.
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Get off. [Athelstan says, the hands on his back move arpund to his chest to try to push him away. He didn't want dodger to do something nice. He didn't really want this. Bringing up ragnar only made it worse. ]
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No. [He grumbles, fed up with the mixed signals and with having to get dragged into this argument over and over again. His other hand grips Athelstan's throat, not choking him but definitely heating up uncomfortably.] Be quiet and I'll be quiet, but I already gave you a chance to back out. If you keep complicating this I'll burn your throat. And I'll make sure to leave a mark.
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Its too warm. He can remember how he'd burned his wrist and his stomach twists with a sense of dread. He can't say that dodger is wrong. He dropped his hands away from him, curling back into the bed. His breath is heavy and he does his best to act like this doesn't scare him. ]
Don't.
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He's far from caring about any of this. Not Athelstan's safety, or happiness, not Ragnar finding out about it, not even his own satisfaction. He just wants the night to be over. And as soon as he's spilled himself into the priest he pulls out with a ragged breath, rolling over onto his back and giving Athelstan a hard shove.]
There. I got off. So get out.
[He's still holding back the urge to set the priest on fire, if he speaks again. But he's also decided not to tell him about the trap that will spring when he opens the door - he can suffer for pissing Dodger off, like everyone else.]
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He doesn't have any time to collect himself at all. And luckily or not his own arousal had already died. He moves to quickly dress.
He doesnt say a word as he makes what for the door to leave. ]
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When the knob is turned, something that sounds like a rope being pulled tight can be heard, and a moment later two glowing darts shoot out toward Athelstan, at about waist-height. He might dodge them if he has his wits about him enough... if not, he'll be spending the next hour in a state of hallucinogenic paranoia, and while the effects will lessen they won't be completely gone for several hours after.]